Disclaimer: No I (unfortunately) don't own any of these characters. They belong to the wonderful writer JK Rowling. So I'm simply gonna borrow them for a bit.
Warning: This story will contain slash (boy/boy sex) so if you aren't into that sort of stuff then don't read on because I did warn you before hand.
Author's note: If you are reading this then you are obviously taking the time to read my fic and I really appreciate it. Thanks! All reviews are welcome, as I would love to know what you guys who are reading it think. I will try to use them to make the fic better. Hope you like what you read. Luv ya all.
Chapter 1- Summer at Ron's
"Hey Harry!" Ron shouted. Harry jumped. He had been lying there thinking about Sirius, his Godfather, and Cedric Diggory's death. "Want a game of Quidditch? Seven versus seven," Ron asked stopping beside Harry.
"Yeah sure. But seven versus seven? How?"
"Well me, my brothers and Ginny versus you, Hermione, mum, dad, Neville, Dean and Seamus."
"Neville, Dean and Seamus? How? When did they arrive?"
"Harry I'm really worried about you. They arrived yesterday morning. Seamus asked you if he could have a shot on your Firebolt as soon as he arrived, and you completely ignored him."
"Did I? I was thinking about Sirius and Cedric. I mean it's my fault he's dead."
"Harry, it's not your fault. You weren't to know the cup was a portkey. You didn't kill him. You-Know-Who killed him Harry. Cedric wouldn't have taken the cup without you either."
"I know but…"
"Harry there's no buts to be said. It wasn't your fault. Come on Harry, come and have a game of Quidditch to take your mind off it."
"You know something Ron…well actually… you know two things? One…you're right it wasn't my fault. A game of Quidditch is just what I need. It's what Sirius would tell me. And two: you've spent too much time with Hermione. Your beginning to sound likes her."
Ron pretended to be offended by this, and then laughed, at the thought of spending too much time with Hermione. Ron insisted you could never spend too much time with Hermione. They had been together since the beginning of the summer holidays when Harry had finally convinced Ron to ask Hermione to go and see a movie with him.
"A what?" Ron had said.
"It's a muggle form of entertainment. But let Hermione choose the movie."
Harry laughed at the memory of Ron's face at taking Hermione on a date to some muggle place. Ron was apparently not too impressed by muggles versions of dating. Mr Weasley on the other hand had, quite the opposite view of Ron, he was fascinated by anything muggle made and had spent the whole four hours Ron and Hermione had been out questioning Harry about the cinema.
"Electric popcorn makers? With plugs?"
"Yes with plugs."
"What about Ele-levitators?"
"Elevators or lifts. Yes some cinemas have them."
Harry couldn't see how Mr Weasley had managed four hours worth of questions about a cinema, but managed it he had.
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After a very enjoyable game of Quidditch, in which Harry's team, 'The Odd Squad', had flattened the 'Weasley Whompers' team, they all sat down to a hearty meal prepared by Mrs Weasley's wand.
"Well what are we all going to do tomorrow?" Mr Weasley asked everyone. Silence and many blank faces gave Mr Weasley his answer. "Well don't all rush to tell me at once or I won't understand you." Mr Weasley laughed.
"Why don't we all do something as a family?" suggested Mrs Weasley… "With added members!" she said including the five guests at her house.
"Excellent idea Molly! Any suggestions?" said a cheerful Mr Weasley.
"How 'bout a movie?" Harry suggested.
There were several nods of agreement and general murmurs of approval around the table.
"Well that's it settled!" Said Mr Weasley clapping his hands together and looking excited. "It's sort like an early birthday treat for young Harry then."
Harry had completely forgotten his birthday was in two days time.
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An hour later Harry was alone in Ron's room. He went upstairs to lie down as he had a headache while everyone else finished dessert. Half dosing Harry heard a tapping at the window - it was Hedwig. And she had a parcel, with a note attached. Harry untied the parcel from Hedwig who flew to her cage to rest. Harry read the note first; it was from Sirius:
Dear Harry,
Hope you are keeping okay. I'm doing great. I've sent this back with Hedwig early so I don't forget as I start work on Dumbledore's plan on your birthday.
How are you coping? I want you to remember that it wasn't your fault Cedric died. Don't you dare think otherwise.
I hope you like your birthday present, although you won't see much use for it at first- well part of it anyway. I'm planning to visit Hogwarts at some point before Christmas- so hopefully I can give you the other part then. It's just too big for Hedwig to carry.
How did you manage to keep that quiet from Hermione and Ron? I would have thought Hermione would've guessed something. I hope you're planning on telling them soon. No I don't think that they'll think any less or more of you. They're you're friends. And they love you no matter what.
I can honestly tell you that James and Lily wouldn't have a problem with it either. Did I never tell you that I'm the same - and Remus - we are… well you get the idea. So you'll always be able to find support from us when things turn a little bit difficult or people judge you for it.
I'm currently staying with Remus and we're together again. Remus has sent his present and letter to you with a barn owl - he's quite old so it may take longer to arrive.
Remus has a surprise for you, which he may or may not explain in his letter. He shall also be visiting the castle at some point as well.
Hope you have a great birthday. If you need anything send a letter to me via Hedwig, like the last time. She'll know where to find me - as always.
Good luck at Quidditch, Harry. Give my best to Hermione and Ron and Ron's parents.
Tell them I'll be in touch soon.
Snuffles
Harry opened the package from his Godfather. Inside was a leather pouch with fifty Galleons in it. And a key, a fairly large silver one with a glittering chain to hang it round your neck. That must be the part that he wouldn't see much use for at the start.
Harry sat down at the desk and started to write a thank you note for Sirius. He had just finished when a large barn owl swooped in the open window. Harry relieved it of its package and gestured to Hedwig' s cage. The owl gladly stopped for a drink.
There was also a letter from Remus:
Dear Harry,
Hope this makes it to you okay. Happy birthday! I know it may be early but I've sent it on early for the same reason as Mr Padfoot. I don't want to forget.
I have a surprise for you this year, but I think I'll wait until I see you at school. Sirius did mention I'd visit didn't he? It would be just like him to forget to mention my visit.
It looks like this will be an extremely busy year for us all - what with my new job, and Sirius off doing stuff for Dumbledore and you, Ron and Hermione sitting your O.W.L's this year.
How are Ron and Hermione keeping? Good I hope. Is Hermione still top of everything? I take it she's got her homework done already. If you need any help with any of it just write to me.
All the best. I'll see you soon on my visit.
Moony
Harry put Remus' letter aside and picked up the parcel - it was quite lumpy. Harry opened it and out fell several wizarding photos of Harry's parents, a load of black material and a measuring tape. This was the oddest gift Harry had ever received. There was a small note attached.
Harry,
Thought you might like a few more photographs of your parents to add to your collection. The black material is a magical adjusting robe. It will continue to alter its self as you grow. The idea being, you never need to buy new ones. Hope it's useful.
Moony
Pulling his quill and parchment towards him again Harry started writing a thank you letter to Lupin. When he had finished the barn owl was about to leave again, so Harry gave the letters to the owl to deliver.
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A few moments after the barn owl had disappeared, with Harry's thank you notes to Sirius and Remus, Fred and George came charging into the room. They were sharing it because of the many guests. Dean, Seamus and Neville had Fred and George's room, while Bill and Charlie were sharing with Percy.
"Feeling any better Harry?" Fred asked.
"A bit," said Harry. "Where's Ron?"
" 'Saying' goodnight to Hermione. What else?" grinned George.
"Not fair of dad to ground us for the rest of the summer," groaned Fred flopping down onto the bed.
"What'd you do this time?" Quizzed Harry.
"Bewitched a fake spider to look real and put in Ron's dessert," Fred informed Harry. Harry knew that to anyone else this wouldn't have been a big deal but Ron was petrified of spiders because…well because of Fred turning his teddy bear into a spider when he was three.
"We were only grounded for two weeks until we tried to justify why we'd done it," George added.
"Then mum said we were being cheeky and answering back," said Fred.
"So dad grounded us for the whole summer," finished George.
An hour and a half after Fred and George came upstairs - Ron arrived. He tiptoed across the room thinking Fred and George where asleep.
"Waiting up for me Harry?" Ron laughed.
"How is she? Good? I take it was her first time." Harry inquired.
"How'd you know…we had…sex?"
"Even you two don't kiss for and hour and a half."
"I've been that long?"
"Yup!"
"Oh shit!" Ron whispered looking over at Fred and George. "Thank God! They're asleep," Ron breathed.
"Ahh…but we're not asleep!" said Fred sitting up.
"Ron you didn't?! Not over the carpet we have to walk over?!" said George sounding horrified.
"What would mum and dad say?" Fred teased.
"You…you…wouldn't tell them, w…would you?" Ron asked. "They'd ground me for the rest of the summer."
"OH! But we would!" cackled George.
Ron climbed into bed beside Harry. There was a shortage of beds because of the many people staying in the house and Fred and George had managed to break two. Ron whispered to Harry under the covers to remain awake until Fred and George had fallen asleep.
About an hour later snores could be heard form Fred and George's bed indicating that they were asleep. Ron started to cry into Harry's shoulder.
"Ron what's up?" Harry asked concerned.
"Fred and George. They'll tell mum and dad about Hermione and me tonight, and I'll be grounded. Mum'll probably tell Hermione's parents then she'll be in trouble too. They," Ron indicated Fred and George. "Always try to get me grounded whenever they are, and the problem is it usually works." Ron sobbed into Harry's shoulder.
Harry was lost for words for a few moments. He had never seen Ron break down into tears before. 'He must be really upset if he's crying' thought Harry. After five minutes of absent-mindedly stroking Ron's hair Harry had formed a plan.
"Right! Come with me, I've got an idea, but we'll need Hermione's help."
Harry crawled out of bed and tiptoed over to the door. Ron followed. Harry crept downstairs and stopped outside Ginny's room.
"Wait here," he told Ron.
Two minutes later Harry came back out the room with a very sleepy Hermione.
"Follow me," he whispered.
Downstairs in the living room Harry told Ron and Hermione to sit down. They sat together on the couch and held hands. Harry hurriedly told Hermione what Ron had sobbed into his shoulder in bed. Hermione's mouth was opening and closing like a fish.
"…so what we need to do," Harry continued. "Is have a plan. I'm assuming that Fred and George will let it slip, at breakfast tomorrow, that you two had sex last night, because it will give the most impact. Now in order to convince Mr and Mrs Weasley that that you haven't had sex, Hermione you need to look horrified as soon as they mention it and scream 'how dare you!' or something to that effect, and run out of the room looking upset.
"I'm guessing Mrs Weasley will send Ginny to bring you back. Fred, George, Ron and myself will be asked to wait behind and everyone else will be sent to their rooms."
"Why will you be asked to wait?" asked Hermione.
"Because I'm Ron's best friend and he's bound to tell me if he's had sex with you. Now we all need to maintain that you haven't had sex and I'll insist that you've always said you would never have sex before marriage. We might be able to get away with it - although I think Fred and George may end up in more trouble for 'lying'."
After about another hours discussion on the in's and out's of Harry's plan, Harry, Ron and Hermione climbed the stairs and went back to bed. Ron cuddled up beside Harry in bed and Harry stroked his hair in a soothing fashion until Ron had fallen asleep. Harry lay awake a while longer thinking about how sensitive Ron actually could be.
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The next morning Fred and George pulling the covers off of them awaked Harry and Ron.
"What the?" Fred shouted.
"If it keeps you happy!" said George. He and Fred burst out laughing at the site of Ron cuddled up on Harry's chest.
"Shuddup!" Ron yawned.
"Harry and Ron, lying in a bed K I S S I N G, first comes love…" Fred sang.
"Shut up!" Ron repeated. "We're not gay nor were we experimenting last night. Isn't that right Harry?"
"Er…yeah that's right."
"Cheating on Hermione with her best friend and also your best friend!" Fred said grinning.
"Ron! How could you?" George added.
"Shuddup! Fred, George," Ron snapped. "We aren't gay and we aren't a couple!"
"Let's go down to breakfast," Harry put in trying to stop a fight breaking out between Ron and the twins.
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Ten minutes later fourteen people were all seated round the table outside- the nine Weasley's and the five guests. Breakfast was progressing as normal until:
"So Ron, last night, was Hermione a good lay?" Fred started loudly.
"Did you break her virginity?" George continued just as loudly.
All conversations around the table stopped. Mrs Weasley's knife and fork dropped to her plate with a clatter. Hermione's mouth dropped open and right on cue:
"WHAT?! How dare you Fred, George. How dare you suggest that I've had sex. I'm still a virgin!" Hermione jumped up and ran into the house crying.
"Ginny," said Mrs Weasley. "Go after Hermione and tell her to come back to me please."
"Everyone go to your rooms please. Except Fred, George, Ron. And Harry if you could wait behind as well." Mr Weasley said.
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Five minutes later Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione and Harry were all in the Weasley's kitchen and everyone else was in their rooms. There was already much fighting between Ron and George.
"I haven't had sex with Hermione. All I was doing was kissing her goodnight."
"You said you had! You and Harry were talking…"
"You were making up lies about me to Harry?" said Hermione in a hurt voice.
"No I wasn't…" Ron protested. "All I was saying was that you're a good kisser. I promise you that's all I was saying. I would never lie to Harry about you."
"Ron - you and Harry were talking about how good Hermione was in bed." Fred insisted.
" NO WE WEREN'T!" Bellowed Ron.
"ENOUGH! I WANT SILENCE!" Shouted Mr Weasley. Everyone stopped arguing at once and fell silent.
"Right now Hermione - have you and Ron had sex?"
"No - honest!" Hermione said through tears, Harry had to hand it to her Hermione was quite the actress.
"Ron?"
"No! Honest dad."
"So you' are still…"
"A virgin. Yes like Harry AND Hermione."
"Harry," Mr Weasley started.
"No. Ron has never mentioned having sex with Hermione."
"Right well then…"
"She's always said that she'll never have sex before marriage."
"Arthur. I think that Harry, Ron and Hermione are speaking the truth. Look how upset Hermione is." Mrs Weasley stated. Mr Weasley looked at Hermione who was still choking back tears, while Harry and Ron tried to comfort her.
"Well that would mean that Fred and George were making things up."
Mr Weasley rounded on Fred and George, who seemed to realise that they were in serious trouble and for once were keeping quiet.
"So you thought it'd be funny, I suppose, to try and get Ron and Hermione into trouble." Mr Weasley said.
"Well go on explain yourselves!" Mrs Weasley said shrilly.
"We…we…weren't…" George spluttered.
"Making it up," Fred finished weakly.
"Don't you lie to me Fred Weasley!" Mrs Weasley shrieked.
"We're not lying mum. Honest." Fred pleaded.
Harry had never seen Fred or George looked scared before, but their faces now were showing absolute terror.
"Molly I really don't know what to do with them." Mr Weasley sighed. "I mean they're already grounded for the whole summer."
"I know exactly what to do with them!" Mrs Weasley fumed. "Ron - bring me my broomstick."
"Why?" Fred and George asked together.
"Thank you Ron." Mrs Weasley said to her youngest son as he handed her her broomstick. "Right Fred you first, come here."
Fred walked tentatively towards his mother as she sat down on a kitchen chair. She seized Fred's arm and pulled him across her lap and started to spank him with her broomstick. Fred cried out in pain. Harry was sure the broomstick had a weighting charm on it t make it heavier. Harry was also sure that Fred wasn't expecting the broomstick to hurt as much as it did.
"George come here." Mrs Weasley snapped when she had finished spanking Fred. George looked positively terrified as he walked towards his mother. He was certain that this would not be the only punishment his mother had in mind.
"Right," Mrs Weasley said when she had finished spanking George. "Now both of you are to do all the housework and dishes - without magic - for the rest of the summer. And the same when you come home for Christmas."
Harry was willing to bet money that both Fred and George would have loved to say 'in that case we won't come home at Christmas' but they obviously felt that her mood should not be tested at the moment.
"And you can de-gnome the garden whenever it needs it." Added Mr Weasley.
TBC…
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Warning: This story will contain slash (boy/boy sex) so if you aren't into that sort of stuff then don't read on because I did warn you before hand.
Author's note: If you are reading this then you are obviously taking the time to read my fic and I really appreciate it. Thanks! All reviews are welcome, as I would love to know what you guys who are reading it think. I will try to use them to make the fic better. Hope you like what you read. Luv ya all.
Chapter 1- Summer at Ron's
"Hey Harry!" Ron shouted. Harry jumped. He had been lying there thinking about Sirius, his Godfather, and Cedric Diggory's death. "Want a game of Quidditch? Seven versus seven," Ron asked stopping beside Harry.
"Yeah sure. But seven versus seven? How?"
"Well me, my brothers and Ginny versus you, Hermione, mum, dad, Neville, Dean and Seamus."
"Neville, Dean and Seamus? How? When did they arrive?"
"Harry I'm really worried about you. They arrived yesterday morning. Seamus asked you if he could have a shot on your Firebolt as soon as he arrived, and you completely ignored him."
"Did I? I was thinking about Sirius and Cedric. I mean it's my fault he's dead."
"Harry, it's not your fault. You weren't to know the cup was a portkey. You didn't kill him. You-Know-Who killed him Harry. Cedric wouldn't have taken the cup without you either."
"I know but…"
"Harry there's no buts to be said. It wasn't your fault. Come on Harry, come and have a game of Quidditch to take your mind off it."
"You know something Ron…well actually… you know two things? One…you're right it wasn't my fault. A game of Quidditch is just what I need. It's what Sirius would tell me. And two: you've spent too much time with Hermione. Your beginning to sound likes her."
Ron pretended to be offended by this, and then laughed, at the thought of spending too much time with Hermione. Ron insisted you could never spend too much time with Hermione. They had been together since the beginning of the summer holidays when Harry had finally convinced Ron to ask Hermione to go and see a movie with him.
"A what?" Ron had said.
"It's a muggle form of entertainment. But let Hermione choose the movie."
Harry laughed at the memory of Ron's face at taking Hermione on a date to some muggle place. Ron was apparently not too impressed by muggles versions of dating. Mr Weasley on the other hand had, quite the opposite view of Ron, he was fascinated by anything muggle made and had spent the whole four hours Ron and Hermione had been out questioning Harry about the cinema.
"Electric popcorn makers? With plugs?"
"Yes with plugs."
"What about Ele-levitators?"
"Elevators or lifts. Yes some cinemas have them."
Harry couldn't see how Mr Weasley had managed four hours worth of questions about a cinema, but managed it he had.
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After a very enjoyable game of Quidditch, in which Harry's team, 'The Odd Squad', had flattened the 'Weasley Whompers' team, they all sat down to a hearty meal prepared by Mrs Weasley's wand.
"Well what are we all going to do tomorrow?" Mr Weasley asked everyone. Silence and many blank faces gave Mr Weasley his answer. "Well don't all rush to tell me at once or I won't understand you." Mr Weasley laughed.
"Why don't we all do something as a family?" suggested Mrs Weasley… "With added members!" she said including the five guests at her house.
"Excellent idea Molly! Any suggestions?" said a cheerful Mr Weasley.
"How 'bout a movie?" Harry suggested.
There were several nods of agreement and general murmurs of approval around the table.
"Well that's it settled!" Said Mr Weasley clapping his hands together and looking excited. "It's sort like an early birthday treat for young Harry then."
Harry had completely forgotten his birthday was in two days time.
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An hour later Harry was alone in Ron's room. He went upstairs to lie down as he had a headache while everyone else finished dessert. Half dosing Harry heard a tapping at the window - it was Hedwig. And she had a parcel, with a note attached. Harry untied the parcel from Hedwig who flew to her cage to rest. Harry read the note first; it was from Sirius:
Dear Harry,
Hope you are keeping okay. I'm doing great. I've sent this back with Hedwig early so I don't forget as I start work on Dumbledore's plan on your birthday.
How are you coping? I want you to remember that it wasn't your fault Cedric died. Don't you dare think otherwise.
I hope you like your birthday present, although you won't see much use for it at first- well part of it anyway. I'm planning to visit Hogwarts at some point before Christmas- so hopefully I can give you the other part then. It's just too big for Hedwig to carry.
How did you manage to keep that quiet from Hermione and Ron? I would have thought Hermione would've guessed something. I hope you're planning on telling them soon. No I don't think that they'll think any less or more of you. They're you're friends. And they love you no matter what.
I can honestly tell you that James and Lily wouldn't have a problem with it either. Did I never tell you that I'm the same - and Remus - we are… well you get the idea. So you'll always be able to find support from us when things turn a little bit difficult or people judge you for it.
I'm currently staying with Remus and we're together again. Remus has sent his present and letter to you with a barn owl - he's quite old so it may take longer to arrive.
Remus has a surprise for you, which he may or may not explain in his letter. He shall also be visiting the castle at some point as well.
Hope you have a great birthday. If you need anything send a letter to me via Hedwig, like the last time. She'll know where to find me - as always.
Good luck at Quidditch, Harry. Give my best to Hermione and Ron and Ron's parents.
Tell them I'll be in touch soon.
Snuffles
Harry opened the package from his Godfather. Inside was a leather pouch with fifty Galleons in it. And a key, a fairly large silver one with a glittering chain to hang it round your neck. That must be the part that he wouldn't see much use for at the start.
Harry sat down at the desk and started to write a thank you note for Sirius. He had just finished when a large barn owl swooped in the open window. Harry relieved it of its package and gestured to Hedwig' s cage. The owl gladly stopped for a drink.
There was also a letter from Remus:
Dear Harry,
Hope this makes it to you okay. Happy birthday! I know it may be early but I've sent it on early for the same reason as Mr Padfoot. I don't want to forget.
I have a surprise for you this year, but I think I'll wait until I see you at school. Sirius did mention I'd visit didn't he? It would be just like him to forget to mention my visit.
It looks like this will be an extremely busy year for us all - what with my new job, and Sirius off doing stuff for Dumbledore and you, Ron and Hermione sitting your O.W.L's this year.
How are Ron and Hermione keeping? Good I hope. Is Hermione still top of everything? I take it she's got her homework done already. If you need any help with any of it just write to me.
All the best. I'll see you soon on my visit.
Moony
Harry put Remus' letter aside and picked up the parcel - it was quite lumpy. Harry opened it and out fell several wizarding photos of Harry's parents, a load of black material and a measuring tape. This was the oddest gift Harry had ever received. There was a small note attached.
Harry,
Thought you might like a few more photographs of your parents to add to your collection. The black material is a magical adjusting robe. It will continue to alter its self as you grow. The idea being, you never need to buy new ones. Hope it's useful.
Moony
Pulling his quill and parchment towards him again Harry started writing a thank you letter to Lupin. When he had finished the barn owl was about to leave again, so Harry gave the letters to the owl to deliver.
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A few moments after the barn owl had disappeared, with Harry's thank you notes to Sirius and Remus, Fred and George came charging into the room. They were sharing it because of the many guests. Dean, Seamus and Neville had Fred and George's room, while Bill and Charlie were sharing with Percy.
"Feeling any better Harry?" Fred asked.
"A bit," said Harry. "Where's Ron?"
" 'Saying' goodnight to Hermione. What else?" grinned George.
"Not fair of dad to ground us for the rest of the summer," groaned Fred flopping down onto the bed.
"What'd you do this time?" Quizzed Harry.
"Bewitched a fake spider to look real and put in Ron's dessert," Fred informed Harry. Harry knew that to anyone else this wouldn't have been a big deal but Ron was petrified of spiders because…well because of Fred turning his teddy bear into a spider when he was three.
"We were only grounded for two weeks until we tried to justify why we'd done it," George added.
"Then mum said we were being cheeky and answering back," said Fred.
"So dad grounded us for the whole summer," finished George.
An hour and a half after Fred and George came upstairs - Ron arrived. He tiptoed across the room thinking Fred and George where asleep.
"Waiting up for me Harry?" Ron laughed.
"How is she? Good? I take it was her first time." Harry inquired.
"How'd you know…we had…sex?"
"Even you two don't kiss for and hour and a half."
"I've been that long?"
"Yup!"
"Oh shit!" Ron whispered looking over at Fred and George. "Thank God! They're asleep," Ron breathed.
"Ahh…but we're not asleep!" said Fred sitting up.
"Ron you didn't?! Not over the carpet we have to walk over?!" said George sounding horrified.
"What would mum and dad say?" Fred teased.
"You…you…wouldn't tell them, w…would you?" Ron asked. "They'd ground me for the rest of the summer."
"OH! But we would!" cackled George.
Ron climbed into bed beside Harry. There was a shortage of beds because of the many people staying in the house and Fred and George had managed to break two. Ron whispered to Harry under the covers to remain awake until Fred and George had fallen asleep.
About an hour later snores could be heard form Fred and George's bed indicating that they were asleep. Ron started to cry into Harry's shoulder.
"Ron what's up?" Harry asked concerned.
"Fred and George. They'll tell mum and dad about Hermione and me tonight, and I'll be grounded. Mum'll probably tell Hermione's parents then she'll be in trouble too. They," Ron indicated Fred and George. "Always try to get me grounded whenever they are, and the problem is it usually works." Ron sobbed into Harry's shoulder.
Harry was lost for words for a few moments. He had never seen Ron break down into tears before. 'He must be really upset if he's crying' thought Harry. After five minutes of absent-mindedly stroking Ron's hair Harry had formed a plan.
"Right! Come with me, I've got an idea, but we'll need Hermione's help."
Harry crawled out of bed and tiptoed over to the door. Ron followed. Harry crept downstairs and stopped outside Ginny's room.
"Wait here," he told Ron.
Two minutes later Harry came back out the room with a very sleepy Hermione.
"Follow me," he whispered.
Downstairs in the living room Harry told Ron and Hermione to sit down. They sat together on the couch and held hands. Harry hurriedly told Hermione what Ron had sobbed into his shoulder in bed. Hermione's mouth was opening and closing like a fish.
"…so what we need to do," Harry continued. "Is have a plan. I'm assuming that Fred and George will let it slip, at breakfast tomorrow, that you two had sex last night, because it will give the most impact. Now in order to convince Mr and Mrs Weasley that that you haven't had sex, Hermione you need to look horrified as soon as they mention it and scream 'how dare you!' or something to that effect, and run out of the room looking upset.
"I'm guessing Mrs Weasley will send Ginny to bring you back. Fred, George, Ron and myself will be asked to wait behind and everyone else will be sent to their rooms."
"Why will you be asked to wait?" asked Hermione.
"Because I'm Ron's best friend and he's bound to tell me if he's had sex with you. Now we all need to maintain that you haven't had sex and I'll insist that you've always said you would never have sex before marriage. We might be able to get away with it - although I think Fred and George may end up in more trouble for 'lying'."
After about another hours discussion on the in's and out's of Harry's plan, Harry, Ron and Hermione climbed the stairs and went back to bed. Ron cuddled up beside Harry in bed and Harry stroked his hair in a soothing fashion until Ron had fallen asleep. Harry lay awake a while longer thinking about how sensitive Ron actually could be.
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The next morning Fred and George pulling the covers off of them awaked Harry and Ron.
"What the?" Fred shouted.
"If it keeps you happy!" said George. He and Fred burst out laughing at the site of Ron cuddled up on Harry's chest.
"Shuddup!" Ron yawned.
"Harry and Ron, lying in a bed K I S S I N G, first comes love…" Fred sang.
"Shut up!" Ron repeated. "We're not gay nor were we experimenting last night. Isn't that right Harry?"
"Er…yeah that's right."
"Cheating on Hermione with her best friend and also your best friend!" Fred said grinning.
"Ron! How could you?" George added.
"Shuddup! Fred, George," Ron snapped. "We aren't gay and we aren't a couple!"
"Let's go down to breakfast," Harry put in trying to stop a fight breaking out between Ron and the twins.
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Ten minutes later fourteen people were all seated round the table outside- the nine Weasley's and the five guests. Breakfast was progressing as normal until:
"So Ron, last night, was Hermione a good lay?" Fred started loudly.
"Did you break her virginity?" George continued just as loudly.
All conversations around the table stopped. Mrs Weasley's knife and fork dropped to her plate with a clatter. Hermione's mouth dropped open and right on cue:
"WHAT?! How dare you Fred, George. How dare you suggest that I've had sex. I'm still a virgin!" Hermione jumped up and ran into the house crying.
"Ginny," said Mrs Weasley. "Go after Hermione and tell her to come back to me please."
"Everyone go to your rooms please. Except Fred, George, Ron. And Harry if you could wait behind as well." Mr Weasley said.
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Five minutes later Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione and Harry were all in the Weasley's kitchen and everyone else was in their rooms. There was already much fighting between Ron and George.
"I haven't had sex with Hermione. All I was doing was kissing her goodnight."
"You said you had! You and Harry were talking…"
"You were making up lies about me to Harry?" said Hermione in a hurt voice.
"No I wasn't…" Ron protested. "All I was saying was that you're a good kisser. I promise you that's all I was saying. I would never lie to Harry about you."
"Ron - you and Harry were talking about how good Hermione was in bed." Fred insisted.
" NO WE WEREN'T!" Bellowed Ron.
"ENOUGH! I WANT SILENCE!" Shouted Mr Weasley. Everyone stopped arguing at once and fell silent.
"Right now Hermione - have you and Ron had sex?"
"No - honest!" Hermione said through tears, Harry had to hand it to her Hermione was quite the actress.
"Ron?"
"No! Honest dad."
"So you' are still…"
"A virgin. Yes like Harry AND Hermione."
"Harry," Mr Weasley started.
"No. Ron has never mentioned having sex with Hermione."
"Right well then…"
"She's always said that she'll never have sex before marriage."
"Arthur. I think that Harry, Ron and Hermione are speaking the truth. Look how upset Hermione is." Mrs Weasley stated. Mr Weasley looked at Hermione who was still choking back tears, while Harry and Ron tried to comfort her.
"Well that would mean that Fred and George were making things up."
Mr Weasley rounded on Fred and George, who seemed to realise that they were in serious trouble and for once were keeping quiet.
"So you thought it'd be funny, I suppose, to try and get Ron and Hermione into trouble." Mr Weasley said.
"Well go on explain yourselves!" Mrs Weasley said shrilly.
"We…we…weren't…" George spluttered.
"Making it up," Fred finished weakly.
"Don't you lie to me Fred Weasley!" Mrs Weasley shrieked.
"We're not lying mum. Honest." Fred pleaded.
Harry had never seen Fred or George looked scared before, but their faces now were showing absolute terror.
"Molly I really don't know what to do with them." Mr Weasley sighed. "I mean they're already grounded for the whole summer."
"I know exactly what to do with them!" Mrs Weasley fumed. "Ron - bring me my broomstick."
"Why?" Fred and George asked together.
"Thank you Ron." Mrs Weasley said to her youngest son as he handed her her broomstick. "Right Fred you first, come here."
Fred walked tentatively towards his mother as she sat down on a kitchen chair. She seized Fred's arm and pulled him across her lap and started to spank him with her broomstick. Fred cried out in pain. Harry was sure the broomstick had a weighting charm on it t make it heavier. Harry was also sure that Fred wasn't expecting the broomstick to hurt as much as it did.
"George come here." Mrs Weasley snapped when she had finished spanking Fred. George looked positively terrified as he walked towards his mother. He was certain that this would not be the only punishment his mother had in mind.
"Right," Mrs Weasley said when she had finished spanking George. "Now both of you are to do all the housework and dishes - without magic - for the rest of the summer. And the same when you come home for Christmas."
Harry was willing to bet money that both Fred and George would have loved to say 'in that case we won't come home at Christmas' but they obviously felt that her mood should not be tested at the moment.
"And you can de-gnome the garden whenever it needs it." Added Mr Weasley.
TBC…
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